Woke up with the normal morning angst, just about to get ready for work... Today is one of those days when I've had the strangest of dreams and feel reluctant to leave bed, to leave house. Don't ask for much, just maybe not to be constantly going on at a rate of 145 percent... To relax. Don't know. Just do things, glide along.
Write.
Think.
And my Ipod died yesterday, so walking to the parking lot will be a bore. Music really is what saves me from thinking too hard you know. I don't wanna be anxious anymore. I don't wanna feel these strange things and have voices inside my head telling me I'm good for nothing, for no one. I don't wanna be bitter. I want to laugh again, to be sunny, to dream. To not see everything I've dreamt of slip away through my fingers just as I've finally caught it.
Respectfully, but only having 16 minutes to go,
THE POET in THE JAR
Hubs, I know how it feels! But even if it feels a bit gloomy there is always light beyong that muddy barrier of soil and bars. It is up to you to do whatever it takes to reach it...
ReplyDeleteWhen your iPod dies you can truly appreciate what it actually it is worth. The sudden 'death' of something like your iPod turns every routine into a new experience when you don't have the music constantly flowing in your mind, dragging...pushing...forcing you towards that vast horizon, to that soothing feeling of being in nirvana... to eternity.
Believe
You should write yourself. You're sounding very poetic :)
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you Becc,
ReplyDeleteHello "The Sheriff", I really think your words were really nice and well placed... i'd love to read works from you too :)
As far as I know he is not a writer himself... but who knows, he might surprise me ;)
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